A Land To Call Their Own

I woke up one morning Feeling the night deep in my bones Shivering and mumbling My dreams into the cold I was lost in the prairie Starved and thirsty from the heat A hallucinating cowboy Calling for rescue and relief Mhhh I'm longing for a land to call my own It seems like I haven't found what I've been looking for In my dreams I have travelled with A thousand versions of myself Dressed in all kinds of colours, For me they all quite looked the same Some they came from old countries Searching for freedom and for Zion Some came looking for good fortune Others were slaughtered and enslaved Mhhh I'm longing for a land to call my own It seems like I haven't found what I've been looking for Looking for, looking for From the shores of the beach Through deserts, hills and creeks They're residing in white houses Or they're dying in the streets They are praised for their fathers Or beaten up for just the same They are hailed and admired Shot for the colour of their skin Mhhh they're longing for a land to call their own It seems like they will never find what they are looking for Looking for, looking for